Books with author Helen Stratton

Beautiful does not mean safe...or good.Bree Cadman is a normal 17 year old girl until the day she's marked by the Wild Hunt. Rescued by a madman and his peculiar, talking Hound, she finds herself flung into the lovely - and deadly - realm of Faery. In seeking a cure for what's been done to her, Bree's forced to confront the strange truth about her own past as well as face the terrible future predicted by a Seer. And what about the two very different Fae lords she finds herself involved with? Are either of them seeing her, or just the face of her long dead ancestress? With the realm at war all Bree has to do is save her madman, save herself and save Faery - and get home - before her parents notice she's missing.So. Not too much pressure, then....**revised and amended version**

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"Just as a little child holds out its hands to catch the sunbeams, to feel and to grasp what, so its eyes tell it, is actually there, so, down through the ages, men have stretched out their hands in eager endeavour to know their God. And because only through the human was the divine knowable, the old peoples of the earth made gods of their heroes and not unfrequently endowed these gods with as many of the vices as of the virtues of their worshippers. As we read the myths of the East and the West we find ever the same story. That portion of the ancient Aryan race which poured from the central plain of Asia, through the rocky defiles of what we now call "The Frontier, " to populate the fertile lowlands of India, had gods who must once have been wholly heroic, but who came in time to be more degraded than the most vicious of lustful criminals. "